Trepidation // H.S
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He slowly turned back around to me, his jaw clenched tightly. "What did you just say?" he hissed at me. I examined his body language. His hands held in a fist so tight that if he squeezed them anymore he would cut himself. His jaw was so tight if you tried to pry it open you wouldn't be able to.
Holy shit, I pissed him off. Someones sensitive.
"Oh, so you're deaf too? How nice." As the words left my mouth, he charged towards me. Before I could swing the guitar at him, he grabbed it, throwing it on the ground.
He pinned me against the wall, his leg in between mine. One hand was on the wall next to me, pressed against it so hard that it could leave a dent.
The other hand was around my neck.
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Trepidation - a feeling of fear or agitation about something that may happen.
CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / ALCOHOL ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTEXT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH
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"You're not going to leave me, are you?" I asked as I looked ahead at nothing, focusing on feeling his breathing on the back of my neck. "Never," he whispered. "I'll be here until you get tired of me." He was holding me in his arms, with his back to the wall of my bedroom. Both of his arms were wrapped around me, and I could see the prominent cross tattoo on his right hand. I had had another attack, feeling like the world was caving in on me. As soon as I felt that familiar pang in the bottom of my stomach reaching up to my chest, I would call him. Almost immediately, I would hear a knock at my door. He would always drop what he was doing if he received a call from me, telling him that it's happening again. He would be on my front step, always, with a few pints of ice cream and comfort. He was my rock. He was my sedative. My cure.Complete
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I could see how broken he is, his eyes and mouth relaxed showing a blank expression; nothing helps. All I want to do is hold him, "you're broken" a whisper falls from my dried lips. Still, holding the same expression he made his way to me. A lovely mess we've made, a finger grazes my skin. His touch burns, "you swore we wouldn't fix each other, accept it, together our worlds will crumble" ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @rctrogade CONTAINS DRUG ABUSE /VULGAR LANGUAGE/ SEXUAL CONTENT / MENTAL HEALTH /VIOLENCEComplete
Always You •𝖫.𝖲• ✓
"Come on, do it, curse, scream, yell at me, hit me, do whatever you have wanted to do all these years." He just stares at me, not doing anything. "Do something! I made a mistake, and I am paying for it, and as if watching you, letting go of yourself as I'm not able to do anything is not enough! I have to watch our friends suffer the consequences of my mistakes. Our friends are done with our bullshit, Harry. And quite frankly, so am I..." Silence. "Say something for God's sake!" I yell, and I look up just to see him with his head bowed down and his shoulders shaking as he sobs . This is all my fault. This is my mess. ... "I believe you, just like I should have from the start." He says gently, and I just cling on him more as I feel his warmth and hear his heartbeat. "Your heart is beating so fast..." I whisper as if it was a secret. "It's beating for you... Always for you, it never stopped beating for you."Complete
I Would Love You *Zayn Malik* {EDITING}
Hᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴀʏɪɴɢ, Eᴠᴇʀʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴs ғᴏʀ ᴀ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴ, ʟɪғᴇ ᴘᴜᴛs ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, ᴏɴʟʏ sᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ɢᴇᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴜᴘ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜɪɴɢs. Yᴇᴀʜ I'ᴠᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ɪᴛ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʙᴜᴛ I ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴏᴏ ᴅ ɪᴛ. . . ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ɴᴏᴡ. I ɴᴏᴡ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜʏ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ ᴅɪᴅ. Aᴛ ғɪʀsᴛ ɴᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ɪᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ sᴇɴsᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇs ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ. Aʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍs I ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇɴᴅᴜʀᴇᴅ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪs ᴏɴᴇ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ. Bᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴏғ Zᴀʏɴ Mᴀʟɪᴋ ғʀᴏᴍ Oɴᴇ Dɪʀᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ. . . ᴍʏ sᴏᴜʟ ᴍᴀᴛᴇ. Cᴏᴘʏʀɪɢʜᴛ © 2013, Hɪs_Iʀɪsʜ_Pʀɪɴᴄᴇss ᴏɴ Wᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ. ALL RIGHTS RESERVEDComplete
𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐀, niall horan
† 𝔩𝔦𝔪𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢 /ˈ𝔩ɪ𝔪ə𝔯ə𝔫𝔰/ 𝔞𝔡𝔧𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔳𝔢: 𝔞 𝔣𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔟𝔬𝔯𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔯𝔬𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔠 𝔣𝔦𝔵𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫; 𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔨𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔶 𝔬𝔟𝔰𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰, 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔦𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔠𝔦𝔱𝔶, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔞𝔫 𝔞𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔡𝔢𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔶; ∴ 𝔡𝔢𝔳𝔬𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔡𝔢𝔩𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫 † "Then tell me," I rasp. "Tell me and I'll deal with it. I'll handle it. Just-don't shut me out." "I can't," she says again, voice breaking. "I can't tell you. I can't be with you. And I can't stand here and watch you break and know that I'm the reason." She swallows hard, her throat moving. "Please don't make me explain it. Please just... stop." I take a step toward her anyway, rain dripping from my eyelashes, my chest hollow. "I don't care if it kills me," I say, and it's not bravado; it's a man with nothing left to barter. "If that's the price, fine. At least then I get to be with you before it ends." She makes a small sound, half sob, half laugh, and it's the most human thing I've ever heard from her. "Don't say that," she whispers, almost fierce. "Don't ever say that." She holds my eyes for one last beat, lips parted like she might say something else - something that could undo all of this, something that could make the rain stop mattering. But she doesn't. Instead, she exhales, low and unsteady, and shakes her head. "I'm sorry," she says again, softer now, like a confession. Then she turns. And that's it.
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"We can't keep doing this," I chuckle, my words muffled slightly against his lips. It's a laugh of disbelief, mostly at myself, because here I am again. He pulls back, his hand sliding into my hair as if that's going to magically solve anything. "Why not?" he asks, his voice low and entirely too charming for my liking. I give him a soft smile, the kind you give someone when you're about to drop a truth bomb but don't want to sound mean. "Do you really want to know?"Complete![Aftershock [ One Direction]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/3060166-256-k168549.jpg)
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"You're staring," he said finally. Of course, he caught me staring. They always do. "You were staring first," I say. He shrugs and takes another sip of his drink. "Maybe I was." I raise an eyebrow. "So you admit it?" "I'm not ashamed." He leans back a little, still annoyingly at ease. "You're interesting to look at." 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ MATURE THEMES / TRIGGER WARNINGS - sexual content - drugs such as cigarettes, alcohol - violence - explicit language - mental health/anxiety please read with care ♡ updates often ⭑ written with love ⭑ 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ started july 13th, 2025
"You're not going to leave me, are you?" I asked as I looked ahead at nothing, focusing on feeling his breathing on the back of my neck. "Never," he whispered. "I'll be here until you get tired of me." He was holding me in his arms, with his back to the wall of my bedroom. Both of his arms were wrapped around me, and I could see the prominent cross tattoo on his right hand. I had had another attack, feeling like the world was caving in on me. As soon as I felt that familiar pang in the bottom of my stomach reaching up to my chest, I would call him. Almost immediately, I would hear a knock at my door. He would always drop what he was doing if he received a call from me, telling him that it's happening again. He would be on my front step, always, with a few pints of ice cream and comfort. He was my rock. He was my sedative. My cure.
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